Chapter 112: The Little Lynx's

"Here it comes!"

With a *swish*, a maple-leaf whitefish was pulled directly onto the shore by Xiao Yi.

Looking at this whitefish, which weighed only seven or eight jin, Xiao Yi was somewhat dissatisfied at this moment.

Xiao Yi's standards had become higher now; he preferred those twenty or thirty-jin white-spotted pike or Arctic trout, and if he were lucky enough to encounter a big guy of forty or fifty jin, that would be even better.

What could this seven or eight-jin one do now?

For a single meal, he would still have to add some wild vegetables for them to have enough to eat.

Wang Xing: "..."

Sister Liu Hong: "..."

Jiang Yiyi: "..."

At this moment, apart from Wu En, the other contestants all felt, in some mysterious way, that they had been offended.

"Smack!"

"Woo! Woo!"

After the whitefish was pulled onto the shore, the scene that followed immediately made the corners of Xiao Yi's mouth twitch uncontrollably.

This little lynx was clearly at an age full of curiosity about the world; at this moment, this whitefish, which it had never seen before, was very attractive to its gaze.

After Xiao Yi pulled the whitefish onto the shore, the little lynx trotted over with its short legs to watch the whitefish that was still flopping about.

But as luck would have it, its little head was struck by the fish's tail.

It wobbled as if it were about to fall, and it cried out "woo-woo" in pain.

"This unlucky little thing, why didn't it inherit even a bit of its father's intelligence and cunning? It's simply a classic case of a tiger father producing a dog son."

Seeing this scene, Xiao Yi couldn't help but mutter in complaint, though the little thing's silly appearance looked quite cute.

Come to think of it, why would such a small thing need intelligence and cunning? Cuteness is the ultimate truth!

Didn't you see its parents get killed by the much smarter me for just a little bit of food?

If this little thing could be brought back to China, there would be no end to the pretty young ladies willing to feed it big fish and meat every day.

Reaching the pinnacle of beast life and living the life Xiao Yi envied even in his dreams—actually, this little guy just lacks a plane ticket to China.

At the very least, that rich woman Bai Lin, who is busty and beautiful, would definitely be willing to keep it.

As for the little guy, after its head cleared, it gave a wary look at the whitefish that was still struggling to jump back into the lake.

Then it quickly trotted with its short legs to Xiao Yi's side, hugged Xiao Yi's thigh, and roared threateningly at the whitefish with lingering fear.

Xiao Yi: "..."

Good fellow, what a display of "fox borrowing the tiger's might"—it learned the essence at such a young age. It has a future; I have to say, this little thing isn't stupid.

However, the scene before them immediately made the broadcast room lively.

"This little lynx is really too cute; I really want to get one."

"That's right, I want to raise one too; it feels like it would be more fun than raising a cat."

"Haha, the little lynx really understands now; it knows the supreme ultimate meaning of the wilderness survival law: hugging my Boss Xiao Yi's thigh is equivalent to transforming into my Boss Xiao Yi."

"Have you ever seen a lynx borrowing a tiger's might? If not, hurry up and watch."

"Asking secretly, where can you buy a little lynx?"

"Luocheng Gongan Bureau reminds you: no buying or selling is the best protection for animals."

"Jicheng Public Security Bureau reminds you: lynxes are second-class protected animals in our country; once you buy or sell one, congratulations, you will receive a pair of silver handcuffs as a reward."

"Xicheng Gongan Bureau reminds you: if you buy or sell a lynx, you will receive a free package provided by the prison, enjoying the rare joy of labor."

"..."

"..."

Just as the bullet screen area was discussing how to get a little lynx.

The official staff stationed in Xiao Yi's broadcast room came out directly with a friendly reminder.

The netizens watching the broadcast were all stunned; sure enough, the official side pays plenty of attention to a dangerous guy like Boss Xiao Yi.

"Go!"

"Not going!"

"Go!"

"Not going!"

Compared to the boredom in Xiao Yi's broadcast room at this moment, Fatty Mu Tingwei's broadcast room was somewhat lively.

At this moment, Fatty Mu Tingwei was struggling violently in his heart.

In his hand, he held a handful of dry sand grass, throwing it onto the ground one by one.

Early this morning, Fatty Mu Tingwei went to check his hunting traps and did not find any snow rabbits.

This scene immediately made Fatty Mu Tingwei's mentality collapse a little, and he even struggled and doubted in his heart whether his luck had already run out.

At the same time, the thought of wanting to leave the program group arose.

After all, his purpose for coming here, as of today, could be considered half-achieved.

At this moment, Fatty Mu Tingwei had slimmed down from his initial two hundred-plus jin to one hundred and seventy jin.

Relative to his height, the current Fatty Mu Tingwei could no longer be called a little fatty; he looked more like a strong man.

I have to say, every fatty is a potential stock; the slimmed-down Fatty Mu Tingwei even made people feel he was a bit handsome.

At the very least, when going home for a blind date, he wouldn't be passed over immediately by the other party at a single glance.

To be honest, Fatty Mu Tingwei, who was accustomed to daily good luck, had his self-confidence hit by not being able to harvest any prey today.

It was just that there were only ten days left until the reward zone, and Fatty Mu Tingwei wanted to persist through these last ten days.

At that time, not only would he have slimmed down, but he would also be able to take home a bonus of three hundred thousand—wouldn't that be even more wonderful?

So, while struggling in his heart, Fatty Mu Tingwei grabbed a handful of sand grass and started counting.

Since returning, he had already counted three times!

The first time was to leave, the second time was to stay, and the third time was to leave again.

But in the end, he still couldn't press the distress button on his wrist.

He just spoke toward the direction of the broadcast room,

saying that in the afternoon he would go to the hunting traps he had set up to check again, and if there was still no prey.

Then, he would... count the sand grass one last time to decide whether to stay or go.

"..."

"..."

After hearing this, everyone in Fatty Mu Tingwei's broadcast room was speechless.

This guy's heart clearly wanted to struggle a bit more, yet he acted as if he were going to leave today.

However, everyone could understand; who wouldn't want to persist if they could get a three-hundred-thousand bonus by holding on for ten more days?

Even if it meant eating grass every day, one had to endure these ten days!

It was just that what made the audience in the broadcast room even more speechless was:

When Fatty Mu Tingwei went to check the hunting traps in the afternoon, there was already an Arctic ground squirrel in the trap.

Some people saw this scene and sighed, saying that sure enough, this guy is the "true" son of this wilderness, unwilling to let him go hungry for even a day.

Of course, after harvesting this Arctic ground squirrel in the afternoon, Fatty Mu Tingwei never mentioned leaving again.

Fatty Mu Tingwei even felt that he could do it again and could struggle for a few more days.

As for Xiao Yi, his harvest in the afternoon was also quite good, netting him 6 fish, about 90-plus jin of food.

Seeing his harvest, Xiao Yi was also very satisfied.

It was just that the two little guys beside him were much better behaved at this moment.

Xiao Yi's fish-killing technique was so skillful that it made them feel a little scared.

They were afraid that Xiao Yi would do the same to them!

However, Huang Mao's two little brothers had also followed Xiao Yi's scent and found their way here this afternoon.

Seeing that Huang Mao and the little lynx were not dead, they were happy and jumped around in the trees.

Of course, with Xiao Yi around, they didn't dare to get close and greeted Huang Mao from afar in the trees.

As for Huang Mao and the little lynx, they ran over, and Xiao Yi didn't really care.

After all, these two little guys had only been raised for a day, so there wasn't much of a bond; even if they ran away now, Xiao Yi wouldn't feel anything.